I’ve tried to teach you all the things
that growing up will bring,
like working hard and being good
and all that kind of thing.
Yet, there’s lots of things I’ve yet to tell
and some things are quite sad.
Like growing up forgetting
the things that made you glad.
You find out that the moon
is not the silver you once thought.
The sun is not the golden ball
you thought the clouds had caught.
You soon learn that the fairies
don’t come when you grow old.
That snow is not for playing in –
it only makes you cold.
But if, like me, you’re lucky
and have stories you can tell,
to children who will listen
and learn their lessons well,
you’ll keep afresh the memories
of all your childhood dreams,
so growing up won’t be as bad
as you might think it seems.
Copyright © Kaye Locke | Year Posted 2014
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